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For thine fell to ground 



A long way off ! oli ! 

 With us is the god of war— Tm, 

 Who approves of close lighting. 

 Ye will not come on ! 



Ye dare not ! Ye say, — 

 "Just leave the assault till they fear." 



Ha ! ha ! But know ye, — 

 The eye of the leaders of war 



Never sleeps ;* never winks ! oh ! oh ! 

 A truly fine spirited song in the original. (MS., med.J 

 (13.) 

 A Love-song. By a ividoiv, or a ividoiver, for the partner deceased. 



(Part only.) 

 Go on setting, thou sun ! 

 Descend into thy cave, 

 To carry tidings thither ! 



Alas ! alas ! 



The tears fall plentifully from my eyelids, 



Gushing like a flowing tide ; — 



But thou repliest not ! 



Alas ! alas ! 

 * * * * 



Truly grey hairs are showing 

 On my dear friends ; — 

 But with me especially, 



Alas ! alas ! 

 The flowering plume of the Ariuido reed, 

 Shows prettily, glancing in the sun 

 In the seventh (moon), — 



Alas ! alas ! 

 In the eighth (moon) it is blown away ! 



Alas ! alas ! 

 The rainbow shows brightly in the dark cloud, 

 But the lightning is flashing ! — 

 All is over ! — 

 Alas ! alas ! 



(MS., ined.) 

 An altered version of this beautiful song is on p. 261, Grey's " Poetry." 



(14.) 

 A Love-chaunt. (Part only.) 

 Kain on, thou rain ! Continue to rain down without, there ; here am I, within the 

 hut, deploring my distress, and comparing (this with that), for my eyes are as if supplied 

 with water from a flowing spring. It is the great love I bear to the fond one of my 

 affection that causes these fierce convulsive pains : the dear one who is so greatly desired 

 and hoped for ! Now, alas ! thou art separated, far off to a distance ; who will return thee 



* See " Trans. N.Z. Inst." Vol. XII,, p. 139, for this proverb. 



